O the clouds only more clouds
The rain must be tired
And flawn
Windows and all those windows
Look handsome
and strong
But like life itself
-- The piece of paper
But torned
(Is the glue or the tape the right answer
Or wrong)
All prosperous have lost in the past,
Nowadays who still eats the seafood?
The dwarfs crazily fight against the world,
Openly dumping the nuclear wastes,
Poison humans all to our deaths.
In the beauty spot,
Some monkeys playing about.
One is blind,
One is deaf,
The other one is mute.
The tore the place into pieces.
Still they can't see it,
Or can't hear anything,
Or can't say at all.
All they know is--
The world is nothing but a playground.